The Bride and Her Beloved The Bridegroom 1 DBY I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, beloved ones! BSB BSB: I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.
The Friends The Bride 2 DBY I slept, but my heart was awake. The voice of my beloved! he knocketh: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, mine undefiled; For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. BSB BSB: I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
3 DBY — I have put off my tunic, how should I put it on? I have washed my feet, how should I pollute them? — BSB BSB: I have taken off my robe—must I put it back on? I have washed my feet—must I soil them again?
4 DBY My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door ; And my bowels yearned for him. BSB BSB: My beloved put his hand to the latch; my heart pounded for him.
5 DBY I rose up to open to my beloved; And my hands dropped with myrrh, And my fingers with liquid myrrh, Upon the handles of the lock. BSB BSB: I rose up to open for my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt.
6 DBY I opened to my beloved; But my beloved had withdrawn himself; he was gone: My soul went forth when he spoke. I sought him, but I found him not; I called him, but he gave me no answer. BSB BSB: I opened for my beloved, but he had turned and gone. My heart sank at his departure. I sought him but did not find him. I called, but he did not answer.
7 DBY The watchmen that went about the city found me; They smote me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. BSB BSB: I encountered the watchmen on their rounds of the city. They beat me and bruised me; they took away my cloak, those guardians of the walls.
8 DBY I charge you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved, ...What will ye tell him? — That I am sick of love. BSB BSB: O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.
The Friends 9 DBY What is thy beloved more than another beloved, Thou fairest among women? What is thy beloved more than another beloved, That thou dost so charge us? BSB BSB: How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?
The Bride 10 DBY My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. BSB BSB: My beloved is dazzling and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand.
11 DBY His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven; BSB BSB: His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.
12 DBY His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set; BSB BSB: His eyes are like doves beside the streams of water, bathed in milk and mounted like jewels.
13 DBY His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. BSB BSB: His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
14 DBY His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid with sapphires; BSB BSB: His arms are rods of gold set with beryl. His body is polished ivory bedecked with sapphires.
15 DBY His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars; BSB BSB: His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, as majestic as the cedars.
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